I went down to Blake Street To get a glass of gin Before I drank my gin The FBI walked in
How unlucky How unlucky can a poor girl be Seem like everywhere I go FBI following me
The start pouring out the bad liquor It were running down the street Instead of running down my throat It be running underneath my feet
How unlucky How unlucky can a poor girl be Seem like everywhere I go Police is following me
[Instrumental break]
Whoa, oh leave me alone Oh, one more drink of gin will do it, baby
I don't mind going to jail But I didn't taste my gin It seem like to me every time I want to drink Back to jail again Whoa
How unlucky How unlucky can a poor girl be Seem like everywhere I go FBI following me
Oh, get in there baby
[Harp solo]
Oh, make me feel it Make me feel it Pour another drink of that good liquor Ah, that's what I'm talking about
Look like to me the jail Gonna be my home When the police see me, Back to jail I go
How unlucky How unlucky can a poor girl be I say seem like everywhere I go You know the FBI is following me
The old folks told me drinking Was killing poor me But I told the old folks I cain't help it Whiskey won't let me be
How unlucky How unlucky can a poor girl be I got to keep on drinking my gin But the FBI is following me Whoa yeah, whoa yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeahTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
